How to write a good one?
Most accessibility statements are too technical, and don’t necessarily address the needs of the visitor. Those that do address the needs of visitors often have the information lost in a myriad of other information. This is unlikely to be understood by the average visitor to the website.
So, what should and shouldn’t it say? The accessibility statement on the Glaucoma website is a good example.
I thought the idea was ridiculous. How in the sam hill would we be able to get everything done? We have way too much to do in five days a week, let alone four.
And then it hit me: there will always be more to do. Working more won’t change that.
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So here’s the challenge: work fewer hours.
Well, I’m all for it!
You can now order prints from Flickr. Delivery at $10.71 is pretty expensive though.
This guy is amazing.
Audax riding is fun. Especially on a nice day like last Saturday. Driving through Cheltenham, on the other hand, is not fun. Not if you can’t find your way, and are trying to get to the start of a ride on time.
So, in good tradition, I started half an hour late. This is the first time I did an Audax by myself. As in, I didn’t know anybody of the 250 or so cyclists who did it too. Not that that proved to be problem.
I had been warned about the first hill out of Bishop’s Cleeve, Bushcombe Lane. Yes, it was a corker. No, having that pasta about 5 minutes before doing this hill, was not a good idea. I did get up it though, on the bike even. This transpired to be down to starting late, as queues are known to form themselves. Loads of people walk up it, and even if you are fit enough to cycle up, you still end up walking because there’s no space to pass.
By the second hill, I was catching up people already. Not much noteworthy happened on this ride. The sun was out, a lovely day, with lovely scenery. Again, my theory that ‘Cotswolds’ means ‘Pretty Villages’ proved to hold true. I met some nice cyclists, a bit of an oxymoron that. Had some good chats, with Sean the organiser (thanks again Sean), with Drew from Priddy, and his mate with the handlebar bag, or rather handlebar box, made out of an old winebox as far as I could make out, hanging under his tri bars. And with JWO from London, riding his pristeen Condor Pista.
Only very small gripe I have is with the route sheet. I was unsure of where to go at some places along the route. This was remedied by using common sense, or following riders who dunnit before. (”Are you sure this is the right way?” “Yes, positive!”). I think km or mile indications on the routesheet would have been very helpful. Then again, I didn’t go the wrong way anywhere, so what am I moaning about?
